Boy-Girl

Boy-girl, boy-girl

When a boy meets a girl, boy-girl



Finding out, I'm finding out the things

That I've been talking about, I'm finding all the things

That I've been missing out, finding all the things

I lose my mind, sometimes fall behind



You and I we live on the big ship and time goes by

You make up and I believe a lady's lie

The skinheads call it strawberries and cream

Sometimes I scream



Boy-girl, boy-girl

When a boy meets a girl, boy-girl



We go out a picture or a disco or a roundabout

I walk you home, I hold you there, you're giving out

I open doors so I can shut your face, know your place



Boy-girl, boy-girl

When a boy meets a girl, boy-girl



You can take me in your hand

Stand back, leave me, come in

Up and down and all around

You will sideways to the ground



Boy-girl, boy-girl

When a boy meets a girl